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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 19:29:17 GMT -5
A small town in view of Ironmans Bay, kind of near Oldstones
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 19:30:08 GMT -5
The Vhalla turned up in Ironman's bay to raid a few of the villages of the Riverlands.
Viea saw the city and decided to take a wander up and find out what she could.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2013 19:42:04 GMT -5
The city was small, and just slightly more then three roads. There are two inns, and a tavern. The riverlanders glance at her askance as she walks through the city.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 19:48:48 GMT -5
She decided on the tavern and bought an ale before sitting, having a muttered and quiet arguement in her head.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2013 19:57:21 GMT -5
She walked into the tavern and as she looked around the room was empty except for three men. They all turned to look at her.
One was behind the bar with with bronzed skin, and striking face. He was almost beautiful, with but a single scar across his face. He had long blond hair.
A man sitting on the barstool, leaning over the bar. He was looking back at her through a muss of black hair covering his head and chin. His hand slipped into the inside of his coat.
The last man was standing and looked at her. He had close cropped silver hair, and as she came in he pulled up a hood on his cloak.
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 20:03:37 GMT -5
The one with the scar made her nervous and as she got more nervous her argument in her head got more heated, but she carefully made sure that the scar on her own head was hidden by her hair as she was accustomed to hiding it.
She toyed with her own blade, in her own way, putting it on her table and spinning it fast, keeping herself occupied helped with the headaches that she got alot.
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2013 20:10:35 GMT -5
The black haired man stood up and walked toward her, "I am sorry, miss... but this tavern is closed."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 20:11:53 GMT -5
"Then how did I enter." She asked
'Shut up girl.'
Her eyes stayed on the knife though
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2013 20:21:06 GMT -5
"Through the door, because I have stupid friends who do not lock doors." The dark haired man said.
The blonde man walked around the bar, "Can we keep her Maty. She looks delicious."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 20:27:15 GMT -5
"Then get different friends." She answered quietly. "Ones that remember to lock a door that isnt wanted to open."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2013 20:51:38 GMT -5
Maty smiled at her, and his eyes twinkled with amusement, but she thought he had a blade in his hand. "Perhaps it would be better if you didn't leave anyway. Stay for a couple of drinks."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 20:54:24 GMT -5
Her eyes widened a little and she stopped the spinning blade.
"Leave...I...I should." She said, "Why should I because I am smaller then them, you wimp. You are not worthy to call yourself Iron."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2013 21:03:35 GMT -5
Maty smiled did not even flicker. "It is a pleasure to met you..."
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Post by Viea Greyjoy on Sept 23, 2013 21:05:46 GMT -5
Viea twitched and she glared up at him suddenly.
"Do not try to scare me." She said, this time stronger. Then she gave a smile. "But a pleasure the same."
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Post by The Smith on Sept 23, 2013 21:10:45 GMT -5
The blonde chuckled, "Watch out dear, he is a killer. Most of all when he smiles."
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